A simple story about spring, the first heartbeat, uncontrollable feelings, growth, reunion, bravery, and blooming flowers.
All right! I promised myself that I would finish writing this story by the end of spring. For some commemoration, I want to finish it. I still remember those years that have passed and those once-familiar emotions clearly. I want to give the story a good ending, because although I can't wait for that person, I should give the story a possible chance. In fact, I no longer regret it. Because now I am good, really good. So... Don't give up. Don't give up your belief easily at any time or under any circumstances. Spring will come one day. I still believe so persistently.